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"The feelings resembled memories, but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened."
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"I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms towards them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't."
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"I know nothing about her. Just some books, and some stories she tried to tell me, and things I didn't understand, and I remember big red soft hands and that smell. I never knew who she really was. I mean, she must have been nine too, once."
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"By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself."
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"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."
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"Create memories every day. Enjoy every moment every way."
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"There is nothing like an odor to stir memories."
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"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
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Personal Development
"The marks we leave are too often scars."
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Personal Development
"Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back."
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"Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day..."
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"Men are like rivers: the water is the same in each, and alike in all; but every river is narrow here, is more rapid there, here slower, there broader, now clear, now cold, now dull, now warm. It is the same with men. Every man carries in himself the germs of every human quality, and sometimes one manifests itself, sometimes another, and the man often becomes unlike himself, while still remaining the same man."
Psychology
"Everybody thinks of changing humanity and nobody thinks of changing himself."
Self
"Faith is the sense of life, that sense by virtue of which man does not destroy himself, but continues to live on. It is the force whereby we live."
Faith
"But that's the whole aim of civilization: to make everything a source of enjoyment."
Society
"He never chooses an opinion; he just wears whatever happens to be in style."
Opinion
"Oh God! what am I to do if I love nothing but fame and men's esteem?"
Desire
"Was it by reason that I attained to the knowledge that I must love my neighbor and not to throttle him?. They told me so when I was a child, and I gladly believed it, because they told me what was already in my soul. But who discovered it? Not reason! Reason has discovered the struggle for existence and the law that I must throttle all those who hinder the satisfaction of my desires. That is the deduction reason makes. But the law of loving others couldn't be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable."
Philosophy
"Perhaps you think I'm losing the thread of my thought? Not a bit of it! I'm still telling you the story of how I murdered my wife, They asked me in court how I killed her, what I used to do it with. Imbeciles! They thought I killed her that day, the fifth of October, with a knife. It wasn't that day I killed her, it was much earlier. Exactly in the same way as they're killing their wives now, all of them..."
Crime
"Can it be that there is not enough space for man in this beautiful world, under those immeasurable, starry heavens? Is it possible that man's heart can harbour, amid such ravishing natural beauty, feelings of hatred, vengeance, or the desire to destroy his fellows? All the evil in man, one would think, should disappear on contact with Nature, the most spontaneous expression of beauty and goodness."
Humanity
"But every acquisition that is disproportionate to the labor spent on it is dishonest."
Ethics
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